this world is a wasteland where nothing can grow
"Glad to hear it," Niki says, and though it sounds perfunctory, the warmth in his voice is as genuine as the smile he flashes across to the demigod. It might be that he needs to go home and hole up and try to pick apart every single second of the previous night that he can remember, but for right now it's enough to realise that whatever demons had been plaguing Sunjata in the middle of the night, they'd left him well enough alone until morning.
"I think so," he says of his own sleep, considering making a joke about not being able to get up and walk around while being pinned down by the Heartless, but promptly deciding against it. As for how he's feeling, he does scoff out a laugh at that. "A little rough," he admits. "But it could be worse. I will live." And listen, for a man whose body fails him on the regular, he really could be a lot worse this morning.
Finishing with the brace and tugging habitually at the leather to ensure it's comfortable but tight enough, Niki settles in the chair at last. "At least you got one of Frey's asks out of the way for your quest. And I learned what I prefer to drink." Among other things.
"I think so," he says of his own sleep, considering making a joke about not being able to get up and walk around while being pinned down by the Heartless, but promptly deciding against it. As for how he's feeling, he does scoff out a laugh at that. "A little rough," he admits. "But it could be worse. I will live." And listen, for a man whose body fails him on the regular, he really could be a lot worse this morning.
Finishing with the brace and tugging habitually at the leather to ensure it's comfortable but tight enough, Niki settles in the chair at last. "At least you got one of Frey's asks out of the way for your quest. And I learned what I prefer to drink." Among other things.
Niki
i used to have strength but i ran out of hope
